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Don't Waist Your Wishes

It's that special day and you stroll the lonely beach, when out of nowhere you stub your toe on a lamp that falls right out of reach.

 Suddenly, a genie arises and looks deeply into your eyes. In your mind you hear a whisper, three wishes I will grant as long as you don't tell

Living In A Waist Land

By barren sands, the weary streets do sprawl,
Where voices rattle in the iron dusk,
And hollow laughter rises, wan and thin.

The city groans beneath a leaden sky,
Where smoke and sorrow mingle, thick and gray,
A wasteland woven close with wire and sin.

We shuffle on, led by the shuffling feet,
The broken rhythm of the heartless heart,
As neon blinks

Waist Time

I love you little bluebird
From me it does exude
I want to tell you something 
I'm in that kind of mood

I'm staring at the night sky
And thinking you are here
It's chilly, let me hold you
And whisper in your ear

I'll speak my heart in love notes
The best way I know how
Through words of tender romance 
And if

If

If
By Byron Juno

If women MUST die
Then Atieno would die first
If children were to forage
Then Atieno's would forage forever
If women were to walk necked 
Then Atieno's would walk throughout the year
If women were to trade their honeypot
Then Atieno's would donate hers
If women were after money not
Then Atieno would be not
If women were to sell their daughters
Then

Roger's Waist

Roger’s waist was the linchpin 
when we launched “The Rose”
off Garrison’s Cove on Bailey Island.

He let out the rope around his belt
as she slid off the trailer
at high tide.  We weren’t young back 

then, but barely young enough
to pull it off. I was from a river-boating
family back in Pittsburgh where

some folks cleated shell boats

Waist Bead Lover

Hey I'm not obsessed, that's not evil..
your mind is just full of evil that you can't see 
beauty in handmade.. 

Don't criticize, just look at your woman's waist 
without a waistband that's a waste of waist..

Buy her "Waist Bead", Let her glow while you stare with sensation... 

Let the vim of the waist bead vanquish

Waist

With a slim fitter on her waist
Peak her ambition for a taste
For a small waistline
In a short amount of time
So, she wrapped herself up with tight lace

Embarrassment

Last week, I walked up to a woman,
My arms encircling her un-notified waist,
After stiffly pointing out to some man
His not- funny miscalculations from childish haste…

Only yesterday was trailing after another woman in hilarity
Over her hip-describing shorts
And a not-tall one for a charity, 
My eyes her high-heeled shoes giving teasing shots.

All these: grudge-unleashing embarrassment
And in even

Wasteline

Cal Flitter dumps litter in haste,
Ms Witherspoon savors the taste
  of fast food, she'll throw
  trash out her window.
Cal or Reese are just bad for the waste.


Written 23 Nov 2020

I'D Love To

I'd love 
to hold your palms
but i don't know
would you

I'd love
to fall in love
but i don't know
where are you

how can
the eye miss
what it never
saw

there's a place
that i really
don't know

be my
portable home
come on
let's go

with your heart
in my chest
who needs
a compass

with my arms
around your
waist
sure wouldn't
want to haste

let the eye
caress
blind me with
that almost
enough excess

let the palms
make love
purity is
witnessed
from

Corsets My Waist

orsets My Waist
In my corset I 
Feel thin and lean
My waist is constricted
Without any pain

Down to a 22 from 
A  26 inch waist
Inch by inch as I
 am tightly laced

Around my body it
Is snug and warm
Squeezing firmly like
A silk stalking glove

It Defines the curves,
 smoothes out lumps,
Especially if you have
Junk in your trunk

Reshaping my

Hand On Your Waist

D-awn has just broken, 
I-n nineteenth January; 
A-n early morn makes you fine, 
N-ew light removes the
A-gony.

A-fter the night is gone, 
S-un has begun to rise; 
U-nderneath the blue lane, 
N-o more tears in your eyes.
C-heerful birthday celebrant
I-s so beautiful to gaze; 
O-pen your arm and place
N-ice hand on your waist.

Found Fat On My Waist

Found Fat On My Waist

Found fat on my waist,
From eating done with much haste,
Sure did love each taste. 

Jim Horn

Waist-High Sunk

When you release the 
words, your curled fingers 
burst into flame.

It was an ancient filth, 
a bird fighting in the mud- 
house of quote-unquote.

Someone navigated 
over the bald heads to find 
a landing place for a cuckoo.

Between real and fiction, 
you cannot write a hymn 
in praise of satan, called god.

I am done with the

Triangle Waist Anagram

In order to work as a PRESSER, one must REPRESS fatigue.

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